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Two years

Today is my wedding anniversary.

A beautiful clear pool with rock waterfall, fringed by palm trees, and a gentle breeze blowing off the ocean in the background. There was a kookaburra taking a bath, but I didn’t manage to capture him.

Two wonderful years. Small change by comparison with some, but still, I’m somewhere I never thought I’d be, having married so late in life. I am very fortunate; I have a grand life and no regrets.

Tonight, we’re going out for dinner to this beautiful place. It’s where we got married, and has become our go-to place for celebrations.

Congratulations and wishing you both a lovely, lovely day. It’s not the length of time that matters, but what you mean to each other, and your life together. And what a beautiful location for a celebration.

I have, I do, I shall! Thank you so much for the good wishes. It’s funny, people warned me there might be trouble ahead in our late marriage due to both of us being set in our ways. Nah. We’ve both learned the value of discussion, compromise and the joy of having someone else to put first!

It’s beautiful, and was a wonderful place to get married. We had a great time last night; they’d decorated with white flowers and sprinkled silver hearts and tealights on the table for us, and the manager came over to congratulate us. Seems they remember the occasion fairly well too!

Congratulations on two years. May there be many more!
Your ‘married late’ comment made me think of my Gran’s panic when I was unmarried and not reproducing by 30. One day I will tell you that funny story.

Amen! My family lost hope when I got past 27 without a whisper of matrimony. All the others did the deed at 27, so the pressure was well and truly on. Getting to 50 confirmed my eccentric spinster aunt status, so I blew them all out of the water when we got married 2 years ago after a distinctly whirlwind and mostly long distance courtship! And you can tell me the story in June if all goes well!

At 18 I married the boy I’d been dating since I was 14. We’re still together. There were plenty of rough spots but I swear part of our motivation to get through them was simply to continue disproving detractors who assured us it would never last.

We had a similar reaction when we decided in the space of about 6 weeks that we were getting married, having not met in person before that time. The doomsayers were in full voice, I was assured that I was too set in my ways, and we should wait at least a year to see how it all panned out. We looked at each other and said “blow that” (which isn’t as rude in Australian as it is in US English) and went ahead anyway. I consider us to be very fortunate to have found each other finally…